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Has anyone else played this  game: SUSPEND? Maybe, like us, you received it as a gift for the holidays? At our house, it has been a hit, for big and little kids. Here’s how Melissa & Doug describes it on their web site:

“Suspend comes with 24 notched, rubber-tipped wire pieces to hang from a tabletop stand. Sound easy? Try adding another piece! Each time a bar is added, the balance shifts, the difficulty changes and the incredible midair sculpture transforms. Can you add all your game pieces without making it fall? This tricky game for 1-4 players is a test of steady nerves and steady hands.” [Read more…]

Goodnight, Childhood Home


Here’s the view from the living room of my childhood home. It’s a picture window that looks out to the front yard, to the long twisty driveway that leads down to Point O’ Woods Road South, a cul-de-sac in Darien, Connecticut. This room and its view are special for a number of reasons; here are thirteen: 1) the living room is original to the home, built in 1936, 2) this picture window is one of the defining architectural features of the home, of which the builder was particularly proud 3) the second owner of this home, photojournalist Margaret Bourke-White spent countless hours in this room, thinking and writing, 4) she  lined the opposite wall with a photo-mural created out of photographs she took of a Bohemian forest, 4) it’s where she most likely spent many months valiantly fighting the disease that would eventually take her life, leaving behind a legacy so vast and impressive that I continue to be amazed by the strength and character of this woman who came of age in the 20s and 30s, 5) this is the room in which my family placed our tree [Read more…]

I Will Turn Pencils Into Snakes


This week’s gem came home last year in a backpack during poetry month. I thought about holding off until April to write about it, but realized that I am constantly rereading this “promise” as I navigate my way through writing my first novel. Someone recently asked me why I decided to write a novel now, and the simple answer is that I finally had an idea. But I’m realizing that I think I finally had an idea because I sort of rearranged the way I approach writing. I’d originally thought that with a young family I’d have to get up early, like too early for my taste, to write and stay up really late – both kind of unrealistic when I’m still exhausted on both ends. I thought I needed to be a better writer before I started, to know exactly what would happen to my characters, and to have a really clear structure. I though I had to write like my heroes: Munro, Cheever, Cunningham, to name a few, and have realized that I never will, so why don’t I just try to write like myself and see what happens? There will never be time; you have to find it, sneak it in when you’re “supposed” to be doing other things. It gets easier and easier to do this. [Read more…]